The battle is over, but the town is not at peace. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info when the mayor of the town sighed and said with a smile: "Boys, we won." The guards cheered uncontrollably, and even the system units joined them. ''Hah! ''The barbarians brandished their swords, the militiamen banged their shields, and the goblins jumped high and ran to the corpses of the robbers on the battlefield laughing wildly. The archers sat down, guarded their sisters, took each other's hands, and looked at her with a smile, proud of her bravery in battle, and rejoicing in her safety. The town's guards hugged each other and laughed heartily. The mayor's beard also cocked, blending into the victorious atmosphere, and he laughed loudly a few times, heartily but sadly...

Sacrifice is always inevitable.

One man after another's bodies were lifted up and placed together, and the doctor next to them silently pulled out the arrows and wiped them into their eyes. The people next to me, including me and the mayor, stood aside, silently watching those who had already rested. Some of them had wrinkles on their faces and long beards. Some of them have very young faces, and they are as old as me. Some of them are strong, some are skinny. There are mercenaries who have been fighting for a long time, and there are farmers who were still working in the fields yesterday. Some have lived here since birth, and some have lived in another world the other day. But in any case, they have rested, and we will remember them. ''Alright, boys. When the last soldier who died was also laid to rest, the mayor put away his seriousness, turned around, and faced everyone behind him: Go home, the family will be in a hurry. When the mayor's words fell, and with two shouts, the town guards hurried back, leaving only some of the veterans standing still. Mayor Mare turned around and regained his expression. And I don't know what to say. After a long silence, the mayor spoke, facing me: "Thank you, Mr. Li. '''No thanks, Mayor Mare. For some reason, the game-like pleasure of winning the battle gradually disappeared, and my heart became much heavier, and I seemed to think of some thoughts that I used to think of as a middle two: "You should..." ''Mayor interrupted and finished what I was trying to say for me. I don't need to say anything.

Soon, word spread throughout the town, and the guards were so unbelievable that if only one or two people had said it, they would have thought he was joking, but the hour-long cannon fire and shouting were not fake. The townsfolk rushed to the gate to see what was going on. When they reached the door, they were stunned by what they saw, the corpses of the robbers, blood trickling, messy weapons thrown everywhere, and obscene little goblins snatching valuable weapons from their masters from the hands of the dead. Some were so shocked that they couldn't think, some women fainted, some screamed excitedly, and some covered their mouths with tears in the corners of their eyes. The town went crazy, everyone was boiling over the miraculous victory, and the town's taverns opened their doors again, offering free drinks to entertain the soldiers guarding the town. People surrounded the guards who had come to the bar, asking about the fierce battle. The veterans drank the ale and organized all the words to describe the battle... The people learned about the powerful cannon, and how their protectors held the town with Mr. Lee's troops and won the battle. The townsfolk drank heartily, and the sound of clashing glasses and laughter filled the entire bar. The children of the town gathered around the drunken mercenaries, listening intently to the nonsense boasting, and discussing how to turn the battle into a game of ordinary play. The librarian rummaged through all the books in the town's nearly 100 years of existence, and told the people with great certainty that this was the most glorious victory in the history of Biebertown. The townsfolk cheered, not because of the historical significance of the battle, but because it sent a message: "We have fought back thousands, we have the ability to defend our town, and we are no longer afraid of bandits!" The long-suppressed mood of the residents was finally liberated today. The robbers put so much pressure on them that they didn't even give them much time to escape. Although we brought troops, captured Mawsenmon, and repelled the Ron bandits with the "Fire Bull" formation, relieving the pressure on the town and giving confidence to the townspeople, it did not completely reassure the townspeople who did not know enough about us. In this battle, we repelled the attack of thousands of bandits head-on, and our performance and the blood we left behind made us completely gain the trust of the townspeople, and the strength we showed also convinced them. The tall giants, the powerful artillery, and the muscular warriors who now fought for them were a guarantee of safety that reassured the townspeople. And this is also a very good thing for us, Bieber Town, will be our solid backing! But while the whole town is filled with laughter, tears also fall.

''Bill, my Bill...'''' The rough palm held the cold hand tightly, and the wrinkled mother kept calling out to her son, just like a child in the town called for a mischievous child. How she wished she could see her son wave in response to him from a distance, even though he was covered in mud, she would still shake his head and hold him in her arms. But she knew that no matter how much she called, the mischievous child would not return, and that arrow had been plunged deep into his heart. But even so, her call won't stop, maybe, maybe... Will there be miracles? ''Bill, Bill, wake up!'' Didn't you ask me to make you soup? I'll cook you whatever soup you want, wake up! Mother please...'' Aunt Finch fell to her knees and wept, stroking her son so that the tears were in a straight line, and her eyes became more and more red and swollen, but even so, her son did not wake up. I have seen my aunt a few times, a kind old woman who spent the whole day dragging her coarse cloth skirt around the town, discussing with the shopkeeper what to cook for her son, who was working in the fields. She has always been proud of her son, because it was her only child. And today, Mayor Marew and I sent her only child to the battlefield, into the arms of the Grim Reaper. But we have to, and it's the whole town that suffers if there aren't enough people. The mayor stood next to the aunt, silently guarding her. And I, on the other hand, felt shameless to go to see my aunt. Seeing the mayor holding the aunt who had fainted, I felt even more ashamed. Why? Why can't I be like the protagonist of the novel, according to the plot, shouldn't the protagonist stand up and decide life and death, and accept the admiration of thousands of people after a burst of light saves people? However, I can't do anything now, but watch the doctor rescue Aunt Finch, whose hands are inseparable from her son's hand. Perhaps, if an arrow had been shot into my chest at that time, there would have been another one more lying on the ground now. At this moment, my feeling of being the protagonist of a time-traveling game was completely destroyed.

I was lost, I was a little overwhelmed. At this moment, a large familiar hand slapped me on the shoulder, and I turned my head, and Mei Long's familiar face appeared in my eyes. He smiled and motioned for me to look around. I followed his gaze, and all I saw were guards standing in a row, and their trusting gazes. At this moment, the other martyrs' families around Aunt Finch also stood up, looked at me, and bowed. I was a little stunned, but the mayor's appreciative look said it all. ''Yes, they trust me and don't hate me for sending my family to war because I've saved more people. I'm not the protagonist of a perverted novel, I can't do everything. But with the power that the system gives, I can do more than everyone else. I laughed at myself and told myself that this is not a game, that everything will not be done according to your ideas, that all you can do is do what you can. Thinking of this, I felt faith again, and I felt something called "faith" flowing through my heart.

The people saluted the warriors, the barbarians struck their chests with their fists, the knights slowly knelt down on their knees, and the priests of the town began to pray and sing ballads for the souls of the dead:

''Our loved ones--- children of God--- today you --- leave us------ tomorrow morning--- you will ascend the ladder to heaven--- you are warriors - you are heroes - the light shines forever -

-Go, go, go--we are on earth--bless you --- forever''

In the midst of the gaze of the multitude, they were carried away and laid to rest...

As Aunt Finch passed me by the crowd, I saw the kind smile on her haggard face again.

I'm thousands of miles away from home, but today, I suddenly feel like I've found a place to live...

The town's festivities continued all day, and the streets were filled with drunken and merry men shouting trumpets and singing. The playwright of the troupe is meditating on the plot of the fire bull formation, the women wipe away their tears, continue to cook, and the town is peaceful. And for me and the mayor, the problem is not over. Because, the messenger who went to Bikini came back, he didn't go to Bikini Town, but he also brought back a person, and that was the messenger of Bikini he met halfway!

Looking at the grave-looking messenger in front of us, we could already guess what was happening. The bikini messenger stood aside and looked around, intending to say something, but the mayor had already thought, "Something happened to the bikini, right?" The messenger was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, sir, Bikini Town has been attacked by a large number of bandits, numbering nearly two thousand, and new bandits are constantly joining, and now two-thirds of the bandits are moving closer to Bikini, and we are a little overwhelmed. Mayor Mare's hope is now for help from other towns as well. Unexpectedly, the situation was so bad that even the bikini couldn't hold on. The mayor frowned and shook his head. ''Yes, but you have reinforcements, very strong reinforcements. The messenger looked at me and smiled, and it was clear that the messenger had learned something about us, and it made me a little proud. But what he said next was a shock to me. "And we also have a Miss Oriental and her troops to help, and if we join forces, we will be able to defeat the robbers." ‘’

''What?'' Miss Oriental? I was amazed and had a hunch in my heart.

''Yes, a beautiful Miss Oriental. The envoy said with some emotion: "Thanks to Miss Fang Zi, we can..."

''What!? You said Fang Zi! I jumped straight out of my chair.